When I was Six I had my tonsils removed. Sitting in the hospital bed I was given a golden plastic trumpet to mark the occasion.
> When I was Six I had my tonsils removed. Sitting in the hospital bed I was given a golden plastic trumpet to mark the occasion.
I expected you to say your tonsils in a nice pickling jar.
That's awesome! Did you use it in the hospital bed?
Now I know what to ask for my 50th (I might up the spec to actual gold)
> That's awesome! Did you use it in the hospital bed?
> Now I know what to ask for my 50th (I might up the spec to actual gold)
You have to get your tonsils out to get the trumpet. I dread to think what has to be removed to get one made of real gold!
> I expected you to say your tonsils in a nice pickling jar.
I expected him to say a 12-pack of salt and vinegar crisps as happened to Adrian Mole
When I had most of a lower slipped disc removed, I jokingly said to the surgeon before the operation ‘could you keep it for me’. When I came round in the hospital ward, there was the jar on my bedside cabinet. Kept it for ages, then flushed it down the bog !
When I was about 14 or 15 my grandad gave me a 6 inch tall metallic pink plastic grandfather clock for Christmas.
On a more serious note it turned out to be the first sign of the dementia that was to come.
Edited to add.
Christmas eve when I was 7 my dad took me and my younger brother in to town shopping for a present for my mum. Whilst out he bought my brother an army crane truck with opening doors, a working crane and pull out stabilisers. He got me a parka coat.
A brace of Woodcock with a recipe.
A steam engine. I was about ten.
(it was a very very small one - it was ace!)
A German monk I know gave me a crucifix
I can't to display it (am not religious)
I can't bin it either - there must be some residual religion in me after all!
It lives in a drawer
I was working on al large country estate doing telecoms work and the lord of the manor asked my mate and myself to do a little job for him on the side and said he would see us alright for it. it only took about 15 mins anyway when we finished he took me through to the kitchen and handed me over two turnips one for each of us. I was to amused to get angry about it.
Another boy I worked with was working in an elderly woman's house and was drinking tea she had made him when she asked if he liked cake, sure do he answered and she went to the kitchen and came back with a bag of flour and handed it to him.
Not having my glasses on I so misread that! (omit a crucial "l")
Once I found someone's iPhone and when they rang it we arranged for them to come round and collect it. They brought me a bunch of slightly bruised bananas as a thank you.
I had my appendix in a jar for years! It was removed when I got ill on a school trip to Italy, and my grandpa (a retired doctor) arranged for the surgeon to send it home with me. He took a look and reckoned they'd got it out with less than 6 hours left before it burst.
I had thirteen teeth removed in a single sitting once, and kept them all in one of those old tobacco tins. One by one, over a few years, they got lost under the sofa.
About 40 Christmas's ago, just as my first marriage was splitting up, my [then] mother-in-law give me a pair of pyjamas. Unfortunately they were very useful for keeping me warm in bed for quite some time after that.
> Another boy I worked with was working in an elderly woman's house and was drinking tea she had made him when she asked if he liked cake, sure do he answered and she went to the kitchen and came back with a bag of flour and handed it to him.
What Dax H said above about the weird present from his grandad turning out to have been an early sign of the dementia that was to come.. I wonder if this funny story might actually also have been a very sad story.
> I had thirteen teeth removed in a single sitting once, and kept them all in one of those old tobacco tins. One by one, over a few years, they got lost under the sofa.
How could you fail to notice 13 old tobacco tins under your sofa!?!
I once mowed my ex neighbour's garden, I kind of had once looked out of my window and saw her working away at it with a pair of kitchen scissors.
She gave me a bag seeds in return, which I had no idea what to do with as the whole pack was in Chinese and she barley spoke English. Turns out they were sunflower seeds and tasted quite good.
When I lived in Worcester in the 90's the drummer in my band presented me with a couple of brace of rabbits in a black bin liner. One of his weekly jobs working at a nursery was to keep the numbers down. Skinning them was fun (pre youtube)
> How could you fail to notice 13 old tobacco tins under your sofa!?!
13 sofas of course !
A friend worked at a 'Theatrical' Guest House where Tommy Cooper was staying. He was known to be a good tipper so they tried very hard to be helpful and polite. Sure enough when Mr. Cooper's stay was over and he was saying goodbye to the staff he handed them a bulging envelope. It was full of teabags!
Was a beater on many shoots as a kid. Hated the sight of a dead woodcock
such beautiful and rare birds
I was sat in a diner one December morning, alone, in Philadelphia PA, pining over a break up.
The waitress came over said I looked sad and gave me a bauble.
Did that cheer you up?!
> A German monk I know gave me a crucifix
> I can't to display it (am not religious)
> I can't bin it either - there must be some residual religion in me after all!
> It lives in a drawer
Ready for the vampire apocalypse.
I was once given six standard paper cups wrapped up in wrapping paper by a family friend of my wife's parents at Christmas at the in-laws. Both my brothers-in-law got exactly the same.
In the office secret santa a couple of years ago, I was given a neoprene belt that would apparently aid weight loss when running. This was 2 months after my first marathon and I weighed <12 stone. Still wondering who gave me it, and why. What were they trying to say
A video of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan while waiting in hospital to have grommets fitted
imagine my surprise when I received a very large box for my birthday containing...... you’ve guessed it...
a paper shredder.
In Kurdish Iraq the grandfather of a local gangster I had some acquaintance with passed away and I received his glass eye as a gift....
> In Kurdish Iraq the grandfather of a local gangster I had some acquaintance with passed away and I received his glass eye as a gift....
I think that's pretty cool with the story attached to it. It's intriguing and macabre.
For my 21st birthday my auntie sent me a plastic tray. Just a standard sort of plastic tray that you might eat your dinner off while watching telly if you're that way inclined. I didn't make much use of it as she'd previously sent me a tray for my 19th birthday too.
(Funnily enough she's an awesome energetic, trailblazer of a woman with a thousand cool stories, she's just spectacularly bad at presents.)
My Mother-in-Law gave me a kitchen spoon for Christmas - it's a nice, new, red silicone one, but I still have no idea why. The whisky, beer and cash were much more useful.
When I bought my first house, my Mum helpfully told all my relatives I wanted money for new curtains for my birthday - fortunately, I got the money and spent it on more exciting things.
A friend of mine has bought some very strange presents over the years, including a hoodie I could have got 4 of me in, in a colour I'd never wear, and some very odd clothes for the kids. She does a lot of charity work and I suspect they are new items that have been donated for sales that she's thought we might like/be useful. My wife got a bag of bras from her on one visit, none of which were her style or size!
My wife and I just both got gigantic hideous martini glasses from my Mother in Law for Christmas. Mine was decorated with a huge glitter piano keyboard (I’m not musical) and my wife’s with pink glitter high heel shoes (she is not a girly girl and never wears high heels). We also tend to drink wine and single malt rather than martinis. They were also of such poor quality that the glitter decor started coming off the moment they came out of the wrapper, and so huge that there wasn’t room in our regular glasses cupboard or the backup glasses cupboard. I am afraid they ”went to a better place” before being used even once. And she has known us both and our habits for decades.
It’s the charity shop volunteer explanation rather than dementia in her case - I think she buys vast quantities of random stuff from the shop she works in because it catches her eye and hasn’t sold, and then come Christmas time does her best to share out the tat between relatives.
My sister was given 2 bananas and a can of beans by my aunty. I got a bottle of jura. Thirty years later, my sister still mentions it at christmas
a half used jar of peanut butter for my birthday
> My sister was given 2 bananas and a can of beans by my aunty. I got a bottle of jura. Thirty years later, my sister still mentions it at christmas
That reminds me, is it a common thing in most people's experiences for couples to give joint presents at Christmas? Pardon the slight hijack to all.
Do you know where the famous, slightly nutty flavour of woodcocks or snipes comes from?
Once I had my wisdom tooth pulled, it took about 40 minutes. After that the doctor asked if I wanted to keep the tooth. Sure said I. It was all crooked and weirdly shaped, my cat played with it for while.
One of my PhD students upon graduation gave me a plastic owl alarm clock. They also gave their cosupervisor one. I'm now the proud owner of two plastic owl alarm clocks! Project had nothing to do with owls or clocks before you ask.
> Do you know where the famous, slightly nutty flavour of woodcocks or snipes comes from?
No. Please enlighten me
> Do you know where the famous, slightly nutty flavour of woodcocks or snipes comes from?
Gwyneth Paltrow's vagina?
Snipes and related game birds traditionally are only partially gutted (on purpose) before cooking. The guts almost always contain large numbers of tapeworms, which add the flavour and cannot colonize your gut even if one accidentally survives.
Please pass me the mind bleach...
I always thought her ex was guttersnipe.
When living in China a colleague brought me some of his wife's breast milk. Apparently, she had too much for their baby and it's very nutritious
I gave one of my brothers a fork for his birthday ...
the weirdest thing I've ever been given (when it comes) is removal of EU citizenship
> That reminds me, is it a common thing in most people's experiences for couples to give joint presents at Christmas? Pardon the slight hijack to all.
I don't understand the connection between couples, and toad's post that speaks about a sister and an aunt. Could you explain?
A rather dotty friend of my mother gave my brother a 'Children of the World' jigsaw puzzle for his birthday. It had six pieces. He was 14. Later that year, I fared a little better with a four colour biro
> I was sat in a diner one December morning, alone, in Philadelphia PA, pining over a break up.
> The waitress came over said I looked sad and gave me a bauble.
I'm still trying to think what "bauble" is a euphemism for ...
When I was about 11 a not-quite-dotty-but-maybe-a-bit-out-of-touch acquaintance of my parents (thing she was the mother of a friend's ne'er-do-well husband, and should not have felt obliged to be giving presents to the likes of me) once gave me, for my birthday, 10p - which was a kind enough little gesture but it didn't seem random/rushed/distressed in a "oh I didn't know it was your birthday, I was just dropping in with this cake tin for your mum, er, here, it's not much of course" but a bit of fuss was made over it and I remember somehow having to pretend that I could buy a Matchbox car (they were about £1 at that time) or small Lego set (minimum £1.50 at that time) with it! It was a bit awkward and one of the first times I had to "act" in the name of diplomacy.
> the weirdest thing I've ever been given (when it comes) is removal of EU citizenship
You can hear the puzzlement in the voices of 'official types' from other countries when they mention it in passing.
When I was 8 or 9 years old in 1975 so eager was I to give xmas pressies that I gave my Dad a stolen but new Parker pen for his birthday, one I had stolen from our better off next door neighbours flat as we were always in and out of all our neighbours flats. I continued using swag like this for pressies for people until I was 12. The shame of it.
I worked in the live music industry and had to stage manage Screaming Lord Sutch and his band back in the 90's. At the end of the show I paid him his fee and in return he gave me a Monster Raving Looney Party £1million pound note with a big picture of him on it.
He also promised that if he ever became PM it would become legal tender and promised to honour it by giving the owner £1million sterling.
> Snipes and related game birds traditionally are only partially gutted (on purpose) before cooking. The guts almost always contain large numbers of tapeworms, which add the flavour and cannot colonize your gut even if one accidentally survives.
You're always good for nuggets like this, thank you!
I've always loved Matjes (pickled herrings for those not in the know). My enthusiasm was temporarily dampened when I learnt that the sexually still undeveloped herrings are only partially gutted before being sotted in brine and the enzymes from their own pancreas, which apparently account for the amazing tenderness of the finished result. I'm proud to say that I got over it.
Two memorable presents:
1. A set of real darts plus dartboard from my godmother; I was five years old. I didn't see them again until my twelfth birthday.
2. A gold ring from my second wife, in a beautiful small church on our wedding day. She dumped me not two years later, having broken every wedding promise in the book. I sold it and bought complete new sets of wires and cams, which have since given me infinitely more pleasure than I had in the last year of our marriage
A frozen fish.
While this in its own right is not completely odd it was the fact that it was presented to me by Haliru Dantoro Kitoro III dan Muhammadu Sani, Emir of the Borgu Kingdom, New Bussa, in Nigeria.
Desperate to find somewhere to sleep before nightfall I found myself knocking on the compound walls of large looking residence. I was invited in and parked up my filthy Land Cruiser next to a suspiciously grand entrance to an even more impressive building. I was ushered in and found myself in a long throne room that was decorated in leaf gold, wood carved walls, Benin statues and at the end, an actual throne with an eldeerly man dressed in magnificent pristine white robes. Feeling like a complete ejitt in my travel worn clothes, unshaven state and general grimy appearance I politely asked if it was possible to camp within the grounds of his palace. After some consultation with his advisors I was allowed permission to pitch my rooftent on the lawn of his lovely garden which was home to a number of peacocks and giant tortoises. As myself and Mrs Cu shared a sunset beer while marvelling at our good fortune the Emir graced us with his presence and offered us a welcome present of frozen fish.
What an experience! Great story.😊
Agnetha out of ABBA
> Agnetha out of ABBA
The OP is weird things you have been given. Not weird things you want! ☺
And its not weird to want Agnetha.
My girlfriend dropped the first issue of that build your own Warhammer Army partwork into my lap today. I have been clean* for nearly 28 years and now this!
*the odd toot of recreational napoleonics notwithstanding.
I walk past a Warhammer shop every day. I often thought about calling in just to see what its all about. But because I have an addictive personality I might give it a miss now I've read your post.
Who's that girl in my cellar then?
Don't. You will be disappointed.
I popped into my local Games Workshop a few years back and found the plastic figurines and other cheap looking products a massive disappointment.
Yeah, this isn't filling me with early 90s nostalgia like it was intended to do.
a beating in the headmaster's study with his famous rubber hairbrush, over 50 years ago. Decades later he was outed as an abuser, not that I didn't deserve the beating, being caught all tooled up after lights up at the head of a squad ready to attack another dorm. I opened the door and there he was ...
not weird perhaps but unexpected and memorable. Sent by my mother down the hill to the farm as a youngster to pay the milk bill came back carrying an orphan lamb to look after and keep. You should have seen her face ...
The BMC have launched a 'No Moor BBQs' campaign, after countless devastating moorland fires. They are calling on the government to criminalise the use of disposable barbeques on open moorland, with a severe penalty for anyone caught.